THE FOAM ATOP THE EXISTENCE'S OCEAN

Let us, briefly, think not of the foam

atop the existence's ocean, the foam

which our media wants us to observe endlessly;

none of the fascists which it promotes,

the thick athletes and their sponsors,

the idiots in the game and 'Reality TV' shows,

the cardboard celebrities through which

the media tells us to live our lives;

no, let's look at the Mediterranean's mass graves

in the blue, the people drowned in our name,

let's look at Brazil and India, at the

endless graves and pyres, in which

the handiwork of the world order

build on ignorance's foam can be seen,

these human sacrifices by the same powers

whose local heralds grinning from the screens

are giving us the fascists,

the thick athletes and their sponsors,

the idiots and the celebrities,

sucking the oxygen from our brains,

telling us that we need our own

Bolsonaro, Modi and Trump,

repeating from one vast mouth their gospel

that we need to hate the weak

and kneel and grovel before

the famous and the rich and the malignant -

this inbred media that hides from us

the breaking of the world

so that wealth can coalescence

into standing, stinking pools

even in our flaking little horror of a land.

25.04.2021